1 month later
On a thursday in november i happen to find it humorous that the sheer autumn sunlight breaks the cool of the air so, and that the new iron fist of the republic king and country will haunt me far after the fear frusteration and falsehoods that i tell with my eyes to the least of these who dont seem to care anyway.
i feel so lost a whole year gone by i mean what has changed....really.
not my face
not my silly head
not my flighty heart (that seems more of a bother than it ever was)
i seem to believe that there is one for me like i used to when i was a girl but therein lies the trouble for he is far away. and perhaps he knows he is meant to be mine and perhaps he will never know. but the thought the mere thought of happy- the silly concept i seem to run from- keeps my hopes high, and my eyes just a misty damp.
i feel so lost a whole year gone by i mean what has changed....really.
not my face
not my silly head
not my flighty heart (that seems more of a bother than it ever was)
i seem to believe that there is one for me like i used to when i was a girl but therein lies the trouble for he is far away. and perhaps he knows he is meant to be mine and perhaps he will never know. but the thought the mere thought of happy- the silly concept i seem to run from- keeps my hopes high, and my eyes just a misty damp.